Chapter whatever two:
The storm had arisen on the Caribbean Seas. Black clouds covered the sky, and deafening thunder made the very air vibrate. Not to mention the lightning which came in blinding flashes of pure light. Huge waves rolled over sea, and only by a miracle the long-boat had stayed afloat for so long. Now it was taking on water with each wave.
Elizabeth bucketed out water with her hands. Her hair had since come down out of it's string, and was wet and clinging to her face. She was drenched, and tired. "Curses!" They didn't need a hole in the boat to sink them, they were going to sink anyway.
Suddenly, she heard a roar behind her. Elizabeth turned, her eyes almost popping out of her skull. What she saw, was a wave over fifty feet high bearing down on them. With a strange sense of fear and dread, she realized that this could be her end. She watched as it came over the long-boat, blocking out whatever light there was from the lightning.
With that, she reached over unconsciously, and grabbed Will Turner's shirt collar. The slumbering pirate hadn't shown any signs of life except his unsteady breathing since they had been put to drift. But with a prayer, perhaps he would miraculously come to life without drowning in his sleep. But there wasn't time enough to say a prayer.
The wave crashed down for a brief moment of a thundering blast. Then, as Elizabeth was thrown out of the ship, water enveloped everything. There was no up, or down, or sideways. Not even sound, or light. Only the endless movement of the sea around her.
Amazingly, Elizabeth kept a firm grip on Will's shirt collar. Perhaps it was out of the panic which made her want to grasp onto anything that wasn't water. Through the endless tumbling of the wave, somehow she felt her head pop out of the water and Elizabeth gasped at the open air. But that was only for a brief moment, and again she was under again.
She realized suddenly, that not only was the pirate dragging her down, her infernal dress was as well. As she was dragged deeper and deeper to the brimmy deep, she struggled with her infernal dress. She and Will went down for what seemed like forever. Until everything was pitch black, and her lungs wanted to burst in her chest. That was when she felt movement beside her. For a terrifying moment she thought that the sharks had come to claim her, but did sharks have hands?
Her dress was off in a moment, and all that she was wearing was her white undies. But that was alright, having that demonic piece of cloth from around her made her float again towards the stormy surface. Not to mention, that someone had her by the hair and was steadily pulling her up. Not the most graceful way of saving someone from drowning, ripping their dress of until someone was only in the unders, and then dragging them up by the hair. Very un-gentlemanly. If she ever got out of this blasted ocean she was going to slap that pirate Will Turner. If was the last thing she'd do.
Elizabeth couldn't remember when she went unconscious. Perhaps before her head broke free of the salt-water? Well, it may sound cowardly but, she reasoned, at least this way it wouldn't hurt so badly.
***Prison***
"That's CAPTAIN Jack Sparrow." Jack corrected as he was shoved unceremoniously into his cell. He watched as the soldiers walked away. "Don't forget it!"
But the soldiers didn't pay any attention to him whatsoever, they only went back past the cells muttering about 'Bloody pirates'.
Jack sighed, and looked around. Luckily, there didn't seem to be any other inhabitant of his cell. He never liked roommates anyway, they always talked too much.
"What are you Captain of boy?" A horse whisper asked from the opposite cell.
Jack peered into the darkness. "Oh nothing." He swaggered over to sit next to the wall. "You might of heard of her though, the ahh- Black Pearl."
There was a pause from the dark corner of the other cell. "I've heard of her. She's said to be fast."
"Narr." Jack shook his head. "She isn't fast. She's uncatchable, unbeatable, and the best pirate ship in the Caribbean."
"Is that so." Said the voice.
Jack rubbed his head, he still had a fierce headache and that man's old croaking wasn't helping. Forget roommates, he had neighbors, and they seemed to be worse. "Yes." He answered irritably. "That's so. And if you don't mind I'd like for you to shut-up now since I've got a bluddering headache and don't want to talk to the local drunk if you please."
"I taint no drunk boy." Said the voice in the far corner.
Jack paused, peering out of his cell. "Show your face." There was no sign of movement. "Now sir if you please."
The shadow obliged, and out of it came an old man. But through the grizzle on his face and the scars, the man's bright blue eyes shone out like pieces of the ocean he had sailed on.
Jack tried not to show surprise, but he did anyway. "Black Bart Roberts. But I heard you were dead."
Bart shook his graying head. "I was retired. And it's Captain if YOU please."
Jack sat up, looking at the legend in the cell across from him. "Why are you here mate? Where's your fleet?"
"Gone." Bart answered. "Like the winter's snow on a spring day. And like you, it seems, I was betrayed."
***An Isle- Somewhere in the Caribbean***
Swoosh.
Swoosh-shhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh.
Elizabeth Swan opened her eyes slowly to the bright sunlight. Water crept to her face, and came in and then out. It was the tide brushing up over the sand. Sand? The last time she'd checked, she was on her way to Davey Jones' locker to become one of the sea's captives and to reside there forever. Elizabeth frowned. That wasn't the only thing a-mis.
Looking down, she saw that someone had their arm around her waist. Glancing over her shoulder, she saw the face of that bloody pirate. Without really thinking, Elizabeth swung her arm around and back-handed him across the face.
Will let out a mix between a painful cry and a groan.
Elizabeth rolled away.
"Ruddy girl!" Will yelled still lying on his back but fully awake and gingerly touching his nose.
Miss Swan got unsteadily to her feet, and glanced around. "Where are we?"
Will didn't look at her. "How the hell should I know?"
Elizabeth watched as Will rolled over on his side, letting out a barely audible moan. She sighed, walking over to him, and giving him some shade in her shadow from the hard mid-day sun. Glancing over, she saw some palm trees in the middle of the island. Underneath them there were a couple patches of grass, and more shade. After all, she had to admit he saved her life, and she had repaid him with a smack in the nose. He deserved some shade, even if he was a pirate.
Leaning down, Elizabeth took Will's hand, and partially hauled him to his feet. He was a bit unsteady, but she put his arm around her shoulder and together they marched toward the middle of the island.
"Oh." Will mumbled. "That's a good lass. Fine lass. Such a good lass." Elizabeth looked at him. His black hair was matted and in his face, and his nose had started to bleed again. Suddenly, she felt a pang in her heart. If only he was anybody but that famous pirate Will Turner. Anyone else. Even a blacksmith, she didn't care.
To Be Continued
(A.N. What do YOU think will happen next? Are ye right or wrong? Fill me in me hearties!)
The storm had arisen on the Caribbean Seas. Black clouds covered the sky, and deafening thunder made the very air vibrate. Not to mention the lightning which came in blinding flashes of pure light. Huge waves rolled over sea, and only by a miracle the long-boat had stayed afloat for so long. Now it was taking on water with each wave.
Elizabeth bucketed out water with her hands. Her hair had since come down out of it's string, and was wet and clinging to her face. She was drenched, and tired. "Curses!" They didn't need a hole in the boat to sink them, they were going to sink anyway.
Suddenly, she heard a roar behind her. Elizabeth turned, her eyes almost popping out of her skull. What she saw, was a wave over fifty feet high bearing down on them. With a strange sense of fear and dread, she realized that this could be her end. She watched as it came over the long-boat, blocking out whatever light there was from the lightning.
With that, she reached over unconsciously, and grabbed Will Turner's shirt collar. The slumbering pirate hadn't shown any signs of life except his unsteady breathing since they had been put to drift. But with a prayer, perhaps he would miraculously come to life without drowning in his sleep. But there wasn't time enough to say a prayer.
The wave crashed down for a brief moment of a thundering blast. Then, as Elizabeth was thrown out of the ship, water enveloped everything. There was no up, or down, or sideways. Not even sound, or light. Only the endless movement of the sea around her.
Amazingly, Elizabeth kept a firm grip on Will's shirt collar. Perhaps it was out of the panic which made her want to grasp onto anything that wasn't water. Through the endless tumbling of the wave, somehow she felt her head pop out of the water and Elizabeth gasped at the open air. But that was only for a brief moment, and again she was under again.
She realized suddenly, that not only was the pirate dragging her down, her infernal dress was as well. As she was dragged deeper and deeper to the brimmy deep, she struggled with her infernal dress. She and Will went down for what seemed like forever. Until everything was pitch black, and her lungs wanted to burst in her chest. That was when she felt movement beside her. For a terrifying moment she thought that the sharks had come to claim her, but did sharks have hands?
Her dress was off in a moment, and all that she was wearing was her white undies. But that was alright, having that demonic piece of cloth from around her made her float again towards the stormy surface. Not to mention, that someone had her by the hair and was steadily pulling her up. Not the most graceful way of saving someone from drowning, ripping their dress of until someone was only in the unders, and then dragging them up by the hair. Very un-gentlemanly. If she ever got out of this blasted ocean she was going to slap that pirate Will Turner. If was the last thing she'd do.
Elizabeth couldn't remember when she went unconscious. Perhaps before her head broke free of the salt-water? Well, it may sound cowardly but, she reasoned, at least this way it wouldn't hurt so badly.
***Prison***
"That's CAPTAIN Jack Sparrow." Jack corrected as he was shoved unceremoniously into his cell. He watched as the soldiers walked away. "Don't forget it!"
But the soldiers didn't pay any attention to him whatsoever, they only went back past the cells muttering about 'Bloody pirates'.
Jack sighed, and looked around. Luckily, there didn't seem to be any other inhabitant of his cell. He never liked roommates anyway, they always talked too much.
"What are you Captain of boy?" A horse whisper asked from the opposite cell.
Jack peered into the darkness. "Oh nothing." He swaggered over to sit next to the wall. "You might of heard of her though, the ahh- Black Pearl."
There was a pause from the dark corner of the other cell. "I've heard of her. She's said to be fast."
"Narr." Jack shook his head. "She isn't fast. She's uncatchable, unbeatable, and the best pirate ship in the Caribbean."
"Is that so." Said the voice.
Jack rubbed his head, he still had a fierce headache and that man's old croaking wasn't helping. Forget roommates, he had neighbors, and they seemed to be worse. "Yes." He answered irritably. "That's so. And if you don't mind I'd like for you to shut-up now since I've got a bluddering headache and don't want to talk to the local drunk if you please."
"I taint no drunk boy." Said the voice in the far corner.
Jack paused, peering out of his cell. "Show your face." There was no sign of movement. "Now sir if you please."
The shadow obliged, and out of it came an old man. But through the grizzle on his face and the scars, the man's bright blue eyes shone out like pieces of the ocean he had sailed on.
Jack tried not to show surprise, but he did anyway. "Black Bart Roberts. But I heard you were dead."
Bart shook his graying head. "I was retired. And it's Captain if YOU please."
Jack sat up, looking at the legend in the cell across from him. "Why are you here mate? Where's your fleet?"
"Gone." Bart answered. "Like the winter's snow on a spring day. And like you, it seems, I was betrayed."
***An Isle- Somewhere in the Caribbean***
Swoosh.
Swoosh-shhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh.
Elizabeth Swan opened her eyes slowly to the bright sunlight. Water crept to her face, and came in and then out. It was the tide brushing up over the sand. Sand? The last time she'd checked, she was on her way to Davey Jones' locker to become one of the sea's captives and to reside there forever. Elizabeth frowned. That wasn't the only thing a-mis.
Looking down, she saw that someone had their arm around her waist. Glancing over her shoulder, she saw the face of that bloody pirate. Without really thinking, Elizabeth swung her arm around and back-handed him across the face.
Will let out a mix between a painful cry and a groan.
Elizabeth rolled away.
"Ruddy girl!" Will yelled still lying on his back but fully awake and gingerly touching his nose.
Miss Swan got unsteadily to her feet, and glanced around. "Where are we?"
Will didn't look at her. "How the hell should I know?"
Elizabeth watched as Will rolled over on his side, letting out a barely audible moan. She sighed, walking over to him, and giving him some shade in her shadow from the hard mid-day sun. Glancing over, she saw some palm trees in the middle of the island. Underneath them there were a couple patches of grass, and more shade. After all, she had to admit he saved her life, and she had repaid him with a smack in the nose. He deserved some shade, even if he was a pirate.
Leaning down, Elizabeth took Will's hand, and partially hauled him to his feet. He was a bit unsteady, but she put his arm around her shoulder and together they marched toward the middle of the island.
"Oh." Will mumbled. "That's a good lass. Fine lass. Such a good lass." Elizabeth looked at him. His black hair was matted and in his face, and his nose had started to bleed again. Suddenly, she felt a pang in her heart. If only he was anybody but that famous pirate Will Turner. Anyone else. Even a blacksmith, she didn't care.
To Be Continued
(A.N. What do YOU think will happen next? Are ye right or wrong? Fill me in me hearties!)